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Barrack Obama Lies – About Iraq, Al Qa`edaTerrorist

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Front The Desk Toby A Robinson & Bernard Werner Australia Most Senior People InGovernment Corruption & False Flag Terrorism

Time 2.35am Australia Time East Coast

Busted – Caught – Go To Jail Obama, StraightTo Jail

Greetings People To our American friends and people around

the World, I was just doing some reading and was headingto bed and seen a story being reported in the AmericanPress.

And the results are I caught these mongrel, lying, schemingbastards at the White House in true fact setting up a Fake –

False story to be feed to the dumb down, stupid brainwashed, under mind controlled American citizens and peoplearound the World.

And I Caught The Mainstream Media In Action

Ready to sell the bull shit, lies to the American people.



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1) Read here: -

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaidaleader

WASHINGTON (AP) — The Obama administration on Tuesday put the leader of al-Qaida in Iraq on a terrorismblacklist and offered a $10 million reward for information onhis whereabouts.

The State Department added Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a, to its list of speciallydesignated terrorists.

The move freezes any assets he may have in U.S. jurisdictions and bars Americans from providing him materialsupport.

The State Department did not indicate al-Badri has anyholdings in the U.S. The prohibition against Americansproviding him with money or other support is moresignificant, as is the bounty.

Al-Badri is accused of running al-Qaida in Iraq's large-scaleoperations, including an Aug. 28 attack on a Baghdadmosque that killed a prominent Sunni lawmaker and a majorMay strike in Hilla that killed two dozen Iraqi police officersand wounded 72 others in retaliation for the killing of Osamabin Laden.

The department said that al-Qaida in Iraq, under thedirection of al-Badri, had claimed 23 other attacks betweenMarch and April.

In August it said the group vowed to carry out 100 attacksthroughout Iraq to avenge bin Laden's killing by U.S. specialforces.



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2) Read here: -

The Story Being Placed & Reported By Corrupt

Sites Ready To be Picked Up By Mainstream American News Wires Ready To Sell The American Public

• Notice the time story reported, so the FakeStory is Reported to CIA controlled NewsGroups.

• When Americans rise – Other MainstreamMedia News, Current Affairs Shows will pick up the planted story from these rag sites.

• Bingo Another Terrorist sold to the AmericanPublic and justifying the reason why Americahas to stay in Iraq.

• Al-Qaeda in Iraq leader placed on US terrorist list

AFP - 8 minutes agoIbrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a, wasadded to a US list of "specially designated global terrorists" for hisrole as a top leader ...

Terrorist Designation of Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri

www.state.gov › ... › Press Releases: 2011 › Press Releases: October2011

1 hour ago – Terrorist Designation of Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim

Ali al-Badri.



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Specially Designated Global Terrorists [SDGT] Entries Added to ...

ofac-sdn-list-removal.com/.../specially-designated-global-terrorists-sd...

47 minutes ago – AL-BADRI, Dr. Ibrahim 'Awwad Ibrahim

'Ali (a.k.a. AL-BAGHDADI, Abu Bakr al-Husayni; a.k.a. ALQURAISHI, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi al-Husayni; ...

U.S. designates leader of al Qaida in Iraq terrorist -- ShanghaiDaily ...www.shanghaidaily.com/article/article_xinhua.asp?id=20714

24 minutes ago – The State Department said Ibrahim

Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, alias Abu Du'a, is running AQI operationsand responsible for managing and ...

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader -BusinessWeek

www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9Q5HOD00.htm

44 minutes ago – The State Department added Ibrahim

Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a, to its list of specially designated terrorists. ...

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader -

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www.kansascity.com/.../us-puts-10-million-bounty-on-ir... - UnitedStates

1 hour ago – p><p>The State Department said Tuesday it

has added Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as AbuDu'a, to its list of specially ...

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader, United States

...en.news.maktoob.com/20090001114596/US...al.../Article.htm 58 minutes ago – The State Department said Tuesday it has

added Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a,to its list of specially designated ...



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US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader - NationalNews ...

www.bellinghamherald.com/.../us-puts-10-million-boun... - UnitedStates

1 hour ago – The State Department added Ibrahim Awwad

Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a, to its list of speciallydesignated terrorists. ...

US puts $10M bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader

features.rr.com/article/0a6FeSuehN2gL?q=Baghdad Tuesday it has added Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, alsoknown as Abu Du'a, to its list of specially designated terrorists. Themove freezes any assets he ...

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader

topics.pe.com/article/02kY8I50ig876?q=US+State+Department The State Department added Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri,also known as Abu Du'a, to its list of specially designated terrorists. The move freezes any ...

US puts $10 million bounty on Iraq al-Qaida leader - Nation & World ...www.theolympian.com/.../us-puts-10-million-bounty-on-

iraq.html

1 hour ago – The State Department added Ibrahim Awwad

Ibrahim Ali al-Badri, also known as Abu Du'a, to its list of speciallydesignated terrorists. ...

I am going to call this one US President Barrack

Obama is a down rightLIAR

, absoluteBOLD FACE

LIAR , The State Dept, Pentagon and the rest of these people are LIARS



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I will tell you why, a bit further investigations,searching guess where they came up with andinvented the NEW Iraqi Terrorist Name from?

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Where Are They Coming Up With The Names?

Egyptian Championships

www.gbrathletics.com/nc/egy.htm Ahmed Mohamed Ibrahim El Jundi Ahmed Mohamed ... AbdEl Rasoul El Badri Ahmed Ahmed Abdel .... Khaled Ibrahim Ali ... 72.62 ??? Slouma Ibrahim Awad ... EGYPTIAN CHAMPIONSHIPS

This compilation lists winners of standard individual events

since 1981, where known, courtesy of Børre Lilloe.

http://www.gbrathletics.com/nc/egy.htm

E.G Some of the names: -

Abd El Rasoul El Badri AhmedMohamed Idris Ibrahim

Omar Ibrahim Mohamed Ahmed Sayed Mohamed AliSlouma Ibrahim AwadMujahid El Sayed El SayedWafa Ismail El Baghdadi



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You can read the rest of the names for yourself, so what hasmost probably been happening over at The US Pentagon,some Unit attached to Iraq, has been stealing names off sites above and creating Fake Terrorist Names.

The above list above proves it because how the namesshould be spelt

El Baghdadi

El Badri

If the people were real Terrorist that is how you spell theirname, its only if they have been Falsely created somebodywould say

Al Baghdadi

Or

Al Badri

Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, Eypyt, Syria are all differentcountries, the only person who would make a mistake issome Dumb numb skull grunt at the US Pentagon thinkingnobody would ever notice or pick up.

Busted – Sprung – Caught !

Lastly as for the Bombings occurring across Iraq, Ohme Obama, Oh my Obama look what I have.



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Iraq says local al Qaeda leader has been killed

Monday, April 19, 2010; 2:56 PM

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/04/19/AR2010041901788.html?ref errer=emailarticle

Maliki said the team also killed Abu Omar al-Baghdadi, thepurported leader of al Qaeda's local affiliate, the IslamicState of Iraq, in an operation backed by U.S. forces.

Killing Abu Omar al-Baghdadi is a real trick when you

consider that this article claims he was arrested (after beingreported killed) back in 2009,

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/iraq/article6155579.ece

Iraq Al-Qaeda boss Abu Omar al-Baghdadi 'iscaptured' April 24, 2009

and this article admits Abu Omar al-Baghdadi is just a madeup fictional creation!

U.S. Says Insurgent Leader It Couldn't FindNever Was July 19, 2007

General Bergner told reporters that a senior Iraqi insurgent

captured this month said that the elusive Mr. Baghdadi wasactually a fictional character whose declarations onaudiotape were read by a man named Abu Abdullah al-Naima.



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Who is bombing in Iraq?

Are the bombers Al-Qaeda, the CIA or Israel?

Christopher King argues that it is likely that the AmericanCIA – or Israel acting on its behalf – is responsible for recentatrocities in Iraq, in order to extend and consolidate theoccupation, just as it is probable that the Times Squarebomber was, wittingly or otherwise, acting for the CIA orIsrael, to justify the US military intervention in South Asia. On 10 May there were more than two dozen bombings andshootings in Iraq that killed at least 85 people and injured atleast 300.

These were coordinated attacks, clearly by the sameorganization.

The American response to this and other recent attacks is todelay plans for withdrawal of troops from Iraq.

Obama’s election promise was to withdraw troops from Iraqby May this year.

Not only is that obviously not going to happen but welearned after his election that “withdrawal” meant leaving50,000 troops as ‘trainers’ as well as 4,500 special forcesand tens of thousands of para-military contractors.

Now, the US is reviewing even the slipped drawdown

schedule out of concern for the security of the Iraqi people.

Considering the million killed by the US and the four to fivemillion refugees created by them I would not have thoughtthat they would be bothered by fewer than one hundreddead in a little internal trouble.



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It might be said to be an improvement on US outcomes.

As these attacks are providing the US with an excuse fordelaying even its token withdrawal however, we need to

think about who is behind them.

The probability is that the United StatesCentral Intelligence Agency is behindthese attacks, using local groups.

It’s dirty tricks of this sort that the CIA does and is well financed by the US

government to do. The US will never leave Iraq whilethere is oil in the ground.

I’m amazed that the media and even the US anti-warbrigade still have faith that leaving will happen.

The US didn’t go there in the first place, nor build itsfortresses, in order to leave.

As it happens, however, the elections to keep their puppet inplace did not go to plan.

This latest series of attacks on top of a long series of lesserbut still deadly attacks is not the work of a small group.

It’s a large, well disciplined, well financed group withsubstantial support.

The usual unnamed officials of unspecified nationality saythat Al-Qaeda is doing the attacks.

"The US will neverleave Iraq whilethere is oil in theground...

The US didn’t go

there in the firstplace, nor build itsfortresses, inorder to leave."



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Well they would, wouldn’t they?

Am I mistaken in recalling that General David Petraeus’sgreat success in Iraq was the elimination of Al-Qaeda?

Or was that only while he was paying the AwakeningCouncils to go after them – if indeed Al-Qaeda was ever inIraq at all.

Since the Iraq invasion itself was based on a pack of liesthere is no reason to believe anything that we aresubsequently told about what is happening there oranywhere else where the US is involved.

Actually, even people on the ground in Iraq often don’t knowwho is doing what and allegiances are constantly changing.

It’s suggested that Al-Qaeda doesn’t want the Americans toleave because the cost of the occupation is damaging America.

There are also Iraqi groups who have done well out of the

occupation and would like to see the Americans stay.

Whether any of these groups would be capable of attacks onthis scale, or would be willing to carry them out, is doubtful.

I don’t buy Al-Qaeda.

That’s the standard US scare story and it’s worn out, like thedozens of accusations that Iran was behind the Iraqi

resistance and supplying arms and bomb technology withouta scrap of evidence.

All propaganda and rubbish – like Saddam’s nuclearprogramme, his weapons of mass destruction, hiscollaboration with Al-Qaeda, his mobile chemicallaboratories.



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All now officially certified lies.

This is certain the US invasion caused extraordinarydevastation in Iraq and its continued presence is the

problem for Iraqis.

It’s most likely that because they have no intention of leaving, it’s the US itself that is behind the attacks.

Or maybe the Israelis on their behalf, using locally organizedgroups.

Yes, the Israelis are in Iraq and theyhave no love for Arabs.

In 2005 they were reported to betraining Kurds in northern Iraq, now asemi-autonomous region.

Brigadier-General Janis Karpinski, whowas blamed for the atrocities in Abu

Ghraib prison, said that she wasshocked to meet an Israeli interrogatorin Iraq.

There’s plenty of scope here fordeniability on the part of both the USarmy and the CIA which sometimesgets asked questions.

With the Israeli-US axis operating inIraq anything is possible.

The Israelis are beginning to pop up in trouble spots such asGeorgia where they were “trainers” as well.

"Yes, the Israelis

are in Iraq andthey have no lovefor Arabs.

In 2005 they werereported to betraining Kurds innorthern Iraq...

Brigadier-GeneralJanis Karpinski,who was blamedfor the atrocitiesin Abu Ghraibprison, said thatshe was shockedto meet an Israeliinterrogator inIraq."



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The Israelis, CIA, US and UK military all regularly assassinatesuspected militants along with innocent men, women andchildren.

They consider no-one to be innocent.Nor would false-flag provocations be beyond the US-Israeliaxis.

On 8 June 1967 the Israelis attempted to sink the USSLiberty in an attack that left 34 American sailors dead and173 wounded.

The American Department of Defence colluded with Israel.

It recalled fighter aircraft that had been launched from anearby carrier to give assistance and probably co-plannedthe incident.

The crew was threatened and warned not to talk about theattack.

This was clearly a false flag attack that was bungled, theprobable intention to blame the Syrians or Egyptians withwillingness of the US to sacrifice its own ship and crew.

For the story, visit the Liberty Veterans’ Association websiteor read their report.

The US-Israeli axis operates deeper than Americans orEuropeans realize and we must be prepared to follow their

thinking.

Why should we believe that the Times Square bomber,Faisal Shahzad, was briefed by the Pakistani Taliban – evenif he believes it himself?

Did they show him their membership cards, perhaps?



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Perhaps his Pakistani handlers were Taliban-certified bysomeone of reliable reputation and good character?

I prefer a group backed by the CIA which is now publicly

known to be active in Pakistan and who would like to supplyevidence of the Taliban’s wish to attack the US itself.

It justifies their atrocities and keeps the war going.

Faisal Shahzad’s crude construct didn’t explode and it wasn’tgoing to.

It wasn’t even a bomb – just some petrol cans, propane

cylinders, fireworks and fertilizer of the wrong sort for bomb-making.

A nuisance but harmless.

He had never been trained by a real bomb-maker or if hewas, the crude construct was intended to merely burn.

Remember the USS Liberty when youread these accounts.

These people think that it’s clever toget others to do their dirty work forthem or better still, to suborn nationalsof their target countries.

Empires are only possible if collaborators with the occupiers can be

found – and it’s never difficult.

The Palestinians have Mahmoud Abbas,Iran had the Shah, Afghanistan hasKarzai, Iraq has Maliki, the UK had Anthony Blair and Gordon Brown

"We are getting aconstant stream of conflictingmessages fromthe Americans andour own warcriminals whomthey have

suborned they’releaving Iraq and Afghanistan soonbut at the sametime are in it forthe long haul of 10 years or so."



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As well as the collaboration of most of the UK’s political classboth in the US’s wars of aggression and its occupation of the

UK with its bases.Our government has changed but as the French say, pluschange, plus c’est la meme chose (more change, more of the same thing).

We are getting a constant stream of conflicting messagesfrom the Americans and our own war criminals whom theyhave suborned they’re leaving Iraq and Afghanistan soon

but at the same time are in it for the long haul of 10 yearsor so.

The purpose of this apparent nonsense is to give everyonesomething that they can hear and believe in while shuttingout what they don’t want to hear.

These messages have collaborating psychologists’ fingerprints on them.

This is a critical time when we need men of honesty andgoodwill who will act for the good of the UK and Europe.

That means leaving the Middle East and detaching from America and its crimes.

Some countries are finding out how leech-like this parasiticcountry holds on.

The Japanese in Okinawa are finding that the US won’tremove its bases on request.

Germany, the Netherlands and Belgium have called for theremoval of US nuclear weapons from Europe.



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The US says that this is an issue for NATO to decide and anunnamed official says “Single countries shouldn’t be comingforward with decisions or unilateral reviews.”

So there you have it.

With the NATO First Act of the United States, getting the US,its bases and its nuclear weapons out of Europe will befound to be impossible when Europeans realize that it isnecessary.

This extraordinary Act has it that either the US Congress or host countries can have US bases closed or redeploy nuclear

weapons.

Well, already it seems that individual countries can’t ask fornuclear weapons to be removed from their soil.

Once on the statute books, it’s a small step to make eitherinto both – and that seems to be the case already.

You might think that the present economic crisis and Middle

Eastern war situation is bad.

It’s actually much worse than that. Do you think that the USwouldn’t do in Europe what it’s doing in the Middle East?

What it has done in Guantanamo?

The crimes it has Europe’s politicians collaborating in?

And who got the money from the worthless derivatives thatour banks bought and European taxpayers are paying for?

Europe’s politicians are either paralyzed in a state of wilfulblindness and denial or they can view with equinamity theWikileaks Collateral Murder video and think that they andtheir families will be looked after no matter what the crimes– like Anthony Blair.



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With America under economic and geopolitical pressures of its own making, the future for Europe is every bit as bad asit is for other countries that the US occupies.

We should recall the crimes of Chilean dictator AugustoPinochet, among which was the torture and murder of about7,000 persons in the Santiago Stadium in 1973, outlined inthis Washington Post obituary.

What the newspaper neglects to mention is that the UnitedStates was Pinochet’s backer.

Jewish Terror Operations in Iraq asDescribed By an Eyewitness

Am I Really a Terrorist?

The Story of An Innocent Iraqi Citizen Arrested,Tortured and Abused by the Occupiers of Iraq.

Part 1

My Arrest

I knew they were inspecting the houses, arresting and killingthe innocent people near my house, which was located inthe middle of a narrow alley.

I knew some of the inhabitants were armed and waited inambush for the aggressors.

I even knew someone in the neighborhood who himself, ashe used to state, had sent to hell, two invading soldiers.

But I, who was only a businessman and had refused to jointhe combatants, hoped that Americans would not disturbme.



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My children were too young to fight; neither my 12-year olddaughter could cause any problem for them, nor my 6-yearold one, who had just gone to the primary school, and mythird child was just 4 years of age.

My young wife did not have enough of self-control, and Iwas worried she would be perished, hearing horrible newsabout the slaughters.

She was shocked by the shootings and gunfire not even ableto look at arms.

One day when a young relative of ours took refuge with us

to conceal his extra arms, she started trembling from headto toe and refused to look at those armaments.

So I refused to hide them, firstly for her sake, and secondly,I did not intend to involve in such troubles.

When that young man came to our house, none of us hadever seen American soldiers and could not believe that theirassault on our house could be so fierce and rapacious.

Anyway, that night the occupiers kicked at the door, broke itand came inside in a war-like manner.

Some of them sat down, shooting their submachine guns tosupport the first row of soldiers and then the assailerskneeled down and started shooting to make a safe route forthe first group of the attackers.

They passed through the yard and reached the veranda.

We had embraced our children and squatted at the corner of the room in an attempt not to be injured by their shootingsor the shattered glasses, scattered all around.

While shooting continuously, they broke the door of theroom in the same way and immediately two soldiers rushedinside.



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Then three others joined them.

Surely they had seen us, but one of them gave a signal andsuddenly they started shooting and destroying everything,

including walls, door, and all of the furniture in the kitchen. The refrigerator, oven, table and chairs were notrecognizable.

I wondered how many shots were fired from each sub-machinegun! Almost all of the plasters on the wall wereshed.

Suddenly a deathful silence dominated everywhere, as if

someone had ordered cease-fire!

My family and I were so silent, as if we were not evenbreathing.

The American army man who had ordered shooting, wasastonished, pretending he had seen us right at that moment.

He rushed towards us, first with the pipe of the submachine

gun, and then with the strokes of the rifle, saying somethingthat we could not understand.

After receiving some violent strokes, we just realized that wehad to raise our hands up and come out.

I wondered how my wife could control herself.

I was sure she would faint. She led the children out of the

living room and left the room after me.

One solider was standing behind the door; two others in theveranda; two in the yard, and I saw four of them near thegate.



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As the commander signaled, they pulled down a tarpaulinbag on my head, I was this way blind folded although wewere not able to recognize them even if we stared at themfor hours, since they were all wearing helmets, dark glasses,

and thick uniforms, and surely had anti bullet waistcoats too.

Anyway, when they pushed us harshly, we understood whattheir intention was.

Obviously they wanted to take us as captives or prisoners.

The moment we entered the yard, the situation evenworsened.

With each of their kicks, or the strokes of the rifles, weslightly tripped, and consequently lost the power of orientation, walked in a direction which they had not orderedand inevitably faced with their browbeats and heavy strokes.

My wife was wailing quietly; my elder daughter was alsoweeping soundlessly, but I could vividly hear the moaning of my two little children.

I heard my daughters’ voice clearly until we reached themiddle of the alley, so I knew they were following me.

But as the moments passed, the voice of my 4-year old son,was heard from a distance and as soon as I tried to stop,listening to their voices, their successive strokes startedharshly.

They tried not to shout outside the house.

Considering the echo and reflection of their voices, I realizedthat we had reached the end of the alley.

After walking for a while, I crashed with a metal rim.

I touched it and discovered that I was standing at the back of a military truck.



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The soldiers forced me to climb and get into that.

As I climbed it, they pressed my shoulders, so I thought thatthe truck was covered and they were worried that my head

might hit ceiling, but when four powerful hands pressed medown, I understood that I had to kneel down.

Those four hands turned my arms, took my hands to thebackside, and fastened them with a sharp rope or a wire.

Suddenly a heavy stroke hit the back of my head and Ifainted.

Part 2Prison

I did not know how far the truck had gone.

Were we still in Baghdad, or had left the place?

Inside the bag which covered my head, was completely dark so no light could gleam inside.

My hands that were fastened from the back had becomeinsensible and I did not feel the cold or the heat, maybethey had remained under my body, while I was unconscious,or the blood circulation had stopped in them.

Anyway, I felt the heat on my shoulders and found out thatanother day had begun.

When they dropped me from the truck, or better to saythrew me out, I felt the heat of the sun. I stood up, turned alittle and recognized the direction of the sunlight and itsangle, and guessed it could be around noon.

So I had been unconscious for more than 12 hours.



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At those moments, my dizziness and panic overshadowedthe pain and irritation caused by the shot they injected intomy hips through my pants.

After waiting for more than half an hour in that very hotweather, they took me to a hallway and afterwards to a celland there I could lean against the wall and then sit.

Thirst and the need to go to the toilet were harassing me,but nobody heard my requests, and if so, did not care.

After 2 or 3 hours, I heard a man speaking Arabic fluentlywho asked me whether I was Ok, or I needed something.

I told him what I needed.

He asked: “did they interrogate you?”

Did not they beat you?”

I said: “I have been thirsty for about 20 hours and I have togo the toilet immediately, and I have nothing to say untilyou let me go there.”

He said something in English to the guard, laughed and leftthe place.

They took me to the toilet and only there, they untied myhands, shot the door and left.

I hardly moved my paralyzed hands, loosened the band of the bag and took it off.

In a long and dark hallway with a dim lamp hanging fromthe ceiling, I saw two toilets and one washbasin.

I hesitated whether I should drink or go to the toilet firstand finally, after drinking two gulps of water, I rushed to thetoilet.



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I washed my hands and face, and do not remember howmuch water I drank afterwards.

A big guard entered and said something in English that I did

not understand, but by his hints and gestures I noticed thatI had to put that damn bag on my head.

On the way back to the cell, I heard some people coughingand walking.

I realized that there would be some other cells and theprisoners had seen me or at least heard someone waspassing.

The guard pushed me into the cell and closed its ribbeddoor.

My hands were untied, so using my hands and my teeth, Imade a hole in the bag, in front of my nose and this way, Icould breathe comfortably.

Whenever I heard the guard’s footsteps, I turned the bag,so the hole would be hidden in the back of my head andthey could not see it.

I heard they put a bowl in my cell.

It smelled food, but to make sure, I turned the bag againand saw the food, and it whetted my appetite.

I did not dare to pull out the bag to eat, since they hadmade me understand that it was forbidden.

A few minutes later, a guard came in and cut some part of the bag in the size of a big coin in front of my mouth,handed me the bowl, said something and left.

Although I did not understand them, but found out that Ishould not take out the bag and had to eat my meal throughthat hole.



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I looked at it from the same hole; it looked appetizing, butwas a bit salty.

When I asked for water and made the gesture of drinking,

by the guard words, and specially his ridiculous snickers, Irealized that the answer was no!

I spent some time thinking about my family as I was terriblyworried about them, and then again asked for water andgoing to the toilet.

They hinted that I could not have water and then gave me astinking vessel to ease nature.

In the silence of midnight, I took off the bag.

Part 3Interrogation

Next morning, three men interrogated me in a horriblebasement.

Two of them spoke Arabic fluently but their Hebrew accentshowed that they were Israelis.

I could easily understand what they ordered in Arabic.

Having an ill formed-strong body, he looked ugly andrevenge- full.

I concluded that most probably, he was under theircommand and specialized in torturing.

I was right. He used to torture so easily and thoughtlessly,as if he was sweeping or wood cutting.

He skillfully took my feet with his hands, lifted me and hungme from the special appliances which had been alreadymounted there, and flogged me harshly.



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I was suspended there.

With my head and shoulders towards the floor, I sufferedfrom the pain, shouting and did not know what they wanted.

Honestly speaking, in that horrible condition, I woulddefinitely tell them whatever they would ask for, but theinterrogators or better to say torturers asked me questionsthat I knew nothing about them.” Where are theexplosives???

“Weapons”???

What kind of weapons have you concealed???

“How many of them” “where are the detonators???

His strokes were continuously lowing out to my feet, andtheir heavy kicks hurt my shoulders, flanks and heat.

I do not know how long the torture continued , but I hadshouted so much ,that I could hardly breath .

I really wished that one of their kicks hit my temple to finishall of my pains and agonies.

I wondered whether my feet were still there.

Those bastards understood what I was thinking about,because they aimed my knees and legs afterwards.

Noticing the direction of their kicks, I recognized the place

they were standing and tried to expose my head to theirheavy kicks.

But they realized that intention of mine too! What aprofessional and experienced bastard!

They stopped the torture immediately and forced me to run.



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My feet were so paralyzed and insensible that I did not knowwhether I was barefoot or not, running with shoes or on asponge.

They sent me back to my cell, without any further question. This time, they took off that damn bag and went away.

My eyes were gloomy and I could not see properly, so Iclosed them and started moaning, but the guard shouted soterribly that I stopped groaning.

After a while, a short American soldier who looked kind andgenerous came inside and cut the wire around my hands

and untied them.

He smiled ridiculously, said something and left.

For the first time, I saw my injured and bloody feet that hadturned into the size of a football.

First, I thought there was nothing left from my toes, no skin,no flesh, and not even bones.

But the torturers were very experienced because the woundswere not very deep but terribly painful and inflated.

I visualized that they would recover soon and thatstrengthened my morale and then with intentional maximumpessimism, I started considering the situation and thereason why my family and I were arrested.

But the more I tried, the less I found the reason and thisincapability made me angrier and more depressed. Nobodywas there to discuss the matter with.

Arresting my family members and the way they tortured meviolently, intensified my fears.

What were they looking for?



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Their silly questions during the interrogation and torture,and that they did not bother to listen to my answers,indicated that those questions were not important at all.

They asked those questions just in the same way theycursed me.

So there should be another purpose beyond those falsegestures.

What was that purpose?!

Even after two interrogating sessions and those horriblepersecutions, I could not understand what they expected

from me. During the interrogations,

I found out that not only they knew my name, my professionand everything about my family members, but also my moralcharacteristics as well as my relatives.

I wondered what was the use of spending so much time andenergy on such insignificant details, despite all the seriousproblems they faced, and the pressure imposed on them bythe Iraqi people!

They knew I was thirty eight years old my profession wasbusiness and trade I was involved in the trade of goods andcommodities which were exported to Iraq, legally andillegally I was an amateur sports man and sturdy tactful andconsiderate, and as a result I was in contact with lots of people.

Surely, they knew that, I was neither interested in politics,nor I had involved myself in related activities duringSaddam’s government or in the post-invasion period.

They also knew that I was a family man, ready to sacrificemy life to fulfill the needs and wishes of my family.



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Therefore, while taking me to the torture room, they let mepass from in front of a room very slowly, so I could hear mywife and children, moaning and crying.

Hearing that made me so anxious and terrified that incomparison, mental tortures or any physical persecutionlooked insignificant and meaningless.

My torturers did not blind-folded me and untied my handsbut continued flogging me.

In spite of my requests, they just continued asking menonsense questions, although they knew hat I had no

answer to them.One day, while they were beating me in the head and facewith a belt, it suddenly hit my eye and it started bleeding.

My shirt was covered with tears and blood.

I was in such a terrible condition that I did not even careabout my blindness.

The same evening, my continuous bleeding was reported tothe authorities, they came and transferred me to a fieldhospital and gave me a shot.

I was anesthetized.

When I recovered, I found myself with bandaged head andeyes.

I did not know that my right eyeball had been damaged sobadly that they had to remove it.

They stopped torturing me afterwards, and instead staredmedical treatment carefully, and I wondered why!



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It could be because of my blindness, or the fact that I hadpromised them to cooperate fully.

Part 4

End of TorturesI really did not know why I was still alive.

Actually I did not understand why they had kept me alive.

I had gained access to some secret information- probablythey had intentionally allowed me to- I had witnessed andobserved some horrible events, so I could publicize them

through the mass media and cause scandal for the worldchampion of liberty!

I was further amazed when they intensified their humiliation,knowing that I had no motive to live, however they added totheir medical care.

They even transferred me to a field hospital near the prisonto operate my feet.

Those days coincided with an unpleasant event; theydiscovered the wire with which they had tied my hands, plusa piece of tarpaulin bag they had cut the size of a coin tomake it possible for me to eat.

They were so angry, as if I had stolen their properties or hadterribly insulted them!

They started interrogating me angrily.I told them that I used it as a toothpick, and that it had noother usage, what could I do with that thin wire?

But they showed me that piece of tarpaulin bag and said: “ Then what about this?



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Surely there is something else you have hidden, or have nottold us!” with this excuse they laid me bare, left me in thecell and went away, while my only covering was thebandage of my feet!

I had to pass through the hallway, bare and on all fours toempty the fecal vessel!

Lots of people, whom I did not know, whether prisoners or jailors, stood watching me.

I could hear their mocking and laughing, and felt ashamedso much that kept my head near the ground, just looked at

the floor, and nowhere else, restrained from my usualcuriosity and alertness about the surroundings.

My embarrassment was maximized when I recognized fromtheir voices that some of the mockers were women.

Simultaneous wit intensified humiliations and medical care,they ended up torturing me and improved the quality of myfood ration.

Once, they even gave me Coca Cola instead of water!

These signs showed that they did not want to let me dieeasily.

They sent me to the medical center once again to dress mywounds.

Removing the previous bandage was terribly painful and

almost unbearable.

They anesthetized me again and when I became conscious,I found out that I was covered.

They had made a hole in a piece of black material, andpassed my head through it.



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Anyway, I was happy that my bare body was covered.

My feet were insensible first and I felt no pain, but still I hadthe feeling that they were much lighter.

Yes, they had operated my feet for the second time, andchanged the bandage.

My head was also bandaged to heal up my eye.

Moreover, luckily, I finally had a covering.

They allowed me to go to the toilet, twice a day, butregarding my sour eye, I could only wash half of my face.

My wounded eye was terribly painful, as if the painpenetrated deep into my brain and hurt me, especially whenI had to bend and go to the toilet on all fours.

Jailors were so professional that they grasped what I feltand gave me anodynes.

It seemed that they had been engaged in that business for

years, as they were fully aware of our internal conditions;the helpless prisoners, captured in their powerful hands, asinanimate instruments.

Once again, they brought some more prisoners into that jail. They placed so many prisoners to each cell that there washardly enough place to sit.

Inevitably, the noises and clamors were intensified, and

even the jailors’ lashes and horrible cries were useless toquiet them.

They sent me to the bathroom and toilet, along with otherprisoners who had carried out some destructive operationsunder American commanders’ instructions.



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Bathroom had a door and when we stood up, a triangleshaped hole, was located in front of our face and we couldoversee the hallway.

The hole was made for the guard to peep the prisoners intoilet.

When he came near the door, it was him who controlled us,but when he went back, we used to peep him and thehallway.

I asked the names of my fellow prisoners, but they saidhesitantly that they were not permitted to tell me their

names.So I gave them No.1and No.2 as a symbol, and No.3 formyself.

In spite of the fact that we did not know the names of eachother, after about two hours, we were intimidated verymuch, as if we knew each other for years.

They had come from solitary confinement, so they loved totalk all the time and so did I.

We talked about everything, including family events, our jobs, and activities etc.

but they said nothing about what they had done after theirarrest, except for the tortures and misbehavior of the American jailors.

Since I had found that they were forced to participate insome molestation operations, I asked them how they couldtrust me to reveal their political, military and reportingactivities before their arrest.



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They answered: “When the interrogators know every thing,and that they have made us confess all that we knew byusing lie detector machine, making us sleepless and specialinjections, we do not care even if you are a spy”.

I added: “Then why don’t you say anything aboutcooperating with them and fulfilling their malicious desires?” they replied: “These are Americans’ secrets, and if theysuspect that we reveal their secrets, then all we do, will beexposed, because they may force you to say whatever wehad told you.”

Late in the night, No.4 joined us.

We guessed he had come from a long distant place, becausehe leaned to the wall and immediately went to sleep insquatting posture.

No.1 and 2, who were more experienced than me, gave ahint that No.4 was surely an informer.

The first and second day we had some fun when the

prisoners came to empty their fecal vessels and sometimeswe came to know something through them.

For example, a prisoner said that someone had died in his orher cell.

Another one said that his roommate spinal cord was cut off during horrifying tortures.

He himself had heard that the commander ordered to buryhim as he was of no use anymore, so the watchmen cameafter an hour to move him.

Watching and hearing these events brought us together.

Regarding this intimacy, when other prisoners came toempty their sinking fecal vessels, we stopped talking, and of course we were angry about this disturbance.



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Anyway, I found out that they had taken No.1 and 2 toremote places, most probably to other countries and forcedthem to carry out military operations including terror andexplosion, and since their recent operation was not

completely accomplished, the invaders transferred them tothis prison again for punishment and humiliation.

Once No.1 made a short reference to the country of Pakistan, but immediately corrected his fault and started tosophisticate the case further.

I do believe that they had more than one gurney and surelyperformed many operations in Turkey, Saudi Arabia,

Chechnia or Africa.

Once, when I was taking a nap, and they thought I wasasleep, they started whispering.

As my head and one of my ears were bandaged andalthough I could not hear properly, I heard the name of theabove mentioned countries and military operations carriedout there.

They said things about special tests on their brains; one of them believed that it was lie detector machine, but othersbelieved it was something else.

So I realized why they had shaved their heads.

Any way, as No.4 was with us, they tried to show theirhonesty, obedience and submission though with grievance,

but not with dissatisfaction.

Part 5 Again Solitary Confinement

Finally, they transferred some of the prisoners to otherprisons and sent me to a cell again.



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They started protecting, invigorating and curing me andreduced their humiliations.

Three weeks passed this way and then they changed my

cell, so I had no access to the hallway and stayed inabsolute loneliness.

When they wanted to bring my food, the jailor had to openthe door of the front cell, pass through it and come to mydoor, which was locked all the time and only then I couldsee two hands through a small shutter.

The cell walls were very long and a dim lamp was hanging

from the ceiling.I almost did not feel the days and nights and passage of time, as though time had stopped.

My endeavors and requests to get in touch with the jailorsand other prisoners were useless.

When I saw a ray of light radiating from that shutter, Iguessed that the day had come.

Many times, I cried and shouted continuously in vein.

It seemed that the jailors were just robots and could nothear anything.

Twice a day, two hands came inside, did what they had todo and the shutter was closed again. Another week passed,I was almost psychic; I talked to myself; quarreled; cried;

giggled and shouted. Frequently, I was so sunken withdisappointment that did not notice the opening and closingof the shutter.

As I said before, I was neither interested in politics andcombat, nor in pleasure seeking, fun and reaction.



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I was just thinking of my wife and children, and was happywith that thought.

My wife was always annoyed about it, and my elder

daughter recently complained and expected me to take themfor fun and pleasure.

During those horrible lonely days, I promised them to fulfilltheir wishes, if I could only be released from that prison.

In my mind, I took oath that I would definitely take them tothe wonderful promenades that they could not even dream.

I adored them, apologized to them and asked for their

forgiveness.

First I thought that someone might hear me and laugh at mymadness, or he might misuse my weak points, but thenremembered that they are all aware of my private life andcharacteristics, so I actually laughed loudly!

At least, I could hear my own voice and it was much betterthan that deadly silence!

I was ready to do anything they might ask for, in order to berescued from that terrible crypt and see the light of the sun.

I prayed that they come and send me on a mission, likeother prisoners, to carry some explosives to Sudan anddeliver them to unknown people.

It seemed that this adventitious and rough desire of mine

was supposed to come true, because after almost an hour,the front door and also my cell door were opened, a prisonerwas pushed inside my cell with a bag on his head, and theytook me with them.

I wondered why they did not blindfolded me.



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First, I passed through the hallway and then through anopen area, and finally they ordered me to stop in front of the stairs leading to the basement, I mean the same horribletorture room.

Visualizing that room caused me fear and I started tremblingfrom top to toes.

In my solitude, I tried my best not to lose my morale andinstead overcome my fears but it seemed that I hadengaged in a futile task.

I really could not control myself, so I ignored the order and

sat down. A guard came towards me and pointed to that room.

I had no choice but going down the stairs and enter thetorture room.

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat.

No doubt the same tortures were supposed to begin.

They pulled another bag on my head.

Actually they intended to blindfold me and this was an easierway to do so.

They made me sit in a chair.

I heard the sound of some footsteps.

My eyes were covered, my ears did not hear properlybecause of that damn bag, but that sound was familiar tome and revived some vague memories in my mind.

My heart started beating faster and faster, as if it wasbeating for the last time.

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It was my elder daughter voice!

She was asking her mother whether I was her father.

I could not see, but felt that my wife knobbed her head.

I said: “Yes, my dear; it’s me, my lovely daughter.”

I tried to remove the bag, but torturer’s rough handsstopped me and in a commanding tone said that I had noright to do so, otherwise they would fasten my hands.

I recognized that voice.

The same interrogator who asked me to confess, but did notwait for my answers, and just cursed me continuously.

My wife knew that I was only concerned about them, so shestarted talking.

She assured me about herself and our children and askedme to be calm, and then asked about my health and me.

I said: “ what kind of meeting it is that my eyes should beclosed?

I am worried if they have hurt you, and do not want me tosee you!

They may have disfigured your faces!” my wife took myhand and robbed it to her face, swearing that they were notabused.

I held my daughter’s hand with my other hand and felt hertranquility.

My wife said that they had sent our younger children toEngland.

They lived with a relative and were happy and healthy.



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She added that American officers had told them that theywould send them soon there, to make sure that I was not aterrorist, then they would release me to join them; but I hadto be imprisoned for the time being for further investigations

and to be confronted with other terrorists.

My daughter was worried about my health and wept all thetime, but finally she tried to control herself and told me thatshe had spoken with the children, they were happy and thatshe was only concerned about me.

Then she kissed me and left.

In fact they forced them to go out and I became lonelyagain.

I do not know how long that meeting lasted. Onemoment…a full lifetime…a few minutes?

Anyway, it confused me tremendously. Half an hour later,the tortures came back again.

They took the bag off, led me to another small room andmade me sit in a handled chair.

They tied my hands to the handles of the chair and my feetto its legs so tightly that I was not able to move at all.

They were so experienced to do so, as if they had beendoing it for years!

I guessed there should be a malicious purpose beyond all

these silly actions, but I thought it was absurd to torture meafter that meeting with my family.

Anyway, it was true.

That torture did not last long, but it was the most terribletorment I could ever imagine.



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They suddenly pinched a big pin under my right thumbnail,which made me yell painfully.

I could clearly see that they did not let the bleeding stop,

and whenever it was going to stop, they shook the pinviolently.

They were not content with the bleeding and started to heatthe pin with a lighter, and my clamor was heard from a verylong distance.

I thought it took a very long time. But they said it was justless than half an hour.

When they pulled the pin out, I felt the pain all over myhead, shoulders, spinal cord, legs and feet and could notstop moaning.

After a while, the torturer came with a syringe in his handand I hoped he had come to kill me.

He injected it right above my thumb and suddenly all of mypain was gone.

A strange languidness seized me.

I was so feeble that could not move at all, even if theywould say: “You are free!

Get up and go wherever you wish!” then a white dressedbarber came and shaved my hair and beard and left theroom, without saying a word.

He was also experienced in his job, but behaved obscenelyand impolitely.

I knew that I was finished.

I thought they had arranged that meeting to fulfill my lastwish before death.



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Suddenly I recalled my fellow prisoner in toilet; he said hehad undergone electrical shock and that they had attachedlie detector machine to his head.

But I had nothing to say, neither true nor false.Surely they knew everything about my life and me evenbetter than myself.

Gradually, I felt better as I could feel a disturbing fly on myface; I felt like scratching my nose, but I was fastened tothe chair so tightly that I could not even move my fingers.

They understood what I felt, so they united me and sent me

out.

Two guards made me walk for about 10 minutes, and thenwe entered a building, looking like a hospital.

There were few people inside, all of them wore whiteuniforms and did not talk even a word.

They let me into a room and fastened me to a bed and

attached some electrodes to my temples, neck and at theback of my head.

When I entered the room, I saw monitors, wires, volumesand pointers, installed on a big apparatus, so I expectedelectrical shock and death.

I was content, as I knew, I would relieve.

Two men came into the room.

One of them went towards the apparatus and the other onesat beside me, said hello in Arabic and asked about me.

I wanted to say something and complain, but he ordered meimperiously not to turn my head He said “just lie down andlook at the ceiling and say nothing”.



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He started talking and stolidly declared prepared sentences.

He said that regarding my past actions and personalabilities, authorities had concluded that I could cooperate

with them; and not only I could, but also I should cooperatefully and that there was no other choice.

I asked what was that show off about if I had no otheroptions?

He replied: “We try to measure your willingness.

We have selected you and do not want to lose you.

I prefer that the measurement tape of your willingnessshows us a satisfactory curve, so I hereby inform you thatwe have full power to your family members.

We can easily do with their fingers, what we did with yourthumb, and nobody can prevent it!

But you can save their lives by rendering service to the greatUSA army; and not only save their lives, but guarantee their

comfortable future in England.

In that case, we will grant them adequate lifetime pensionand they will always recall you as a champion.”

I suddenly felt the pain in my thumb, which had startedagain, intensified as each moment passed.

As I imagined my beloved wife and children, suffering from

that horrible pain, my heart almost stopped beating and Iwas going to suffocate.

I cursed the apparatus, being just a simple lie detector, notan electrical shock machine; otherwise, I would happilyembrace death.



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Part 6Cooperation with the Criminals

Finally, I expressed my readiness to cooperate with them

and promised them to do whatever they wished.

I do not know how long that silly theater last.

I can only remember that American officer pulled out thetape from the apparatus, looked at it and said:” You see,first you had some resistance, but then you became softerand finally, the tape shows full readiness.

Now, you have to prove it practically too.

I still cannot believe that the paper tape had proved himsomething, but he had just guessed my mental reaction,regarding his awareness about my characteristics andmyself.

Anyway, my conditions changed again.

They imprisoned me in a larger room, along with 6 otherprisoners and the quality of food improved.

We had daily airing and our health care was better too.

As the only disturbing thought, we knew there was aninformer among us; so without expressing this fear, we allwere worried.

Each day, two or three of us had to go for interrogation andlistening to the speech of Americans’ representatives.

Their typical questions were like this:” Can you drive?

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How well are you in solving minor problems like puzzles…”

Then they added that we should promote our abilities topenetrate in terrorist groups and be able to attract” Alqaeda”

terrorists’ attention and confidence, or establish similargroups and finally carry out perfect operations, assigned bythe related authorities and commanders; as the only way tosecure the lives of our family members.

My fellow prisoners said that according to Americans’ dictums, Iraq would not exist anymore; massacre wouldcontinue and the country would be divided into fiverepublics, each ruled by one of the America’s confederates.

They said that regarding the fact that Iraqis were not able toplay an active role in Saddam’s fall and rescue themselves,and that they are all powerless and impotent people, so therepublics should be ruled under the civilized countries’ guardianship and America’s confederates.

In this case, Iraq’s new generations may be able tounderstand the real meaning of liberty and democracy.

So it was necessary to perish foreign terrorists, Al-Qaedaand their public and secret confederates.

One of them told me:” We can take your family to thecivilized world and help them grow, to bring themselves upto our state.

But we cannot take there all of the Iraqi people.

So our managers must come here to turn your nomadpeople into humans!”

Although I had seen and felt the meaning of civilization andhumanity in their behavior !

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Besides, their talking was so repetitive and superficial thatwe all knew them by heart.

They wanted us to express our readiness to participate in

activities like: shooting, bomb explosion and fire squads,spying and penetrating into hostile groups etc.

I expressed my readiness in almost all of the aforesaidactivities, because I believed that I could save my wife andchildren, only if I cooperated with them thoroughly.

Only few prisoners felt the same, and even tried to submitsome proposals voluntarily, which seemed flattery and

apple-polish. They even talked about their proposals, in front of otherprisoners, hoping the informers among us report the news tothe jailors.

After sometimes, these speeches or trainings for one or twoprisoners turned into classes with about fifteen prisoners.

We had papers and pens and even break time!

Therefore, I came to know some prisoners from otherprisons, for example: Tas Forat, Al-Rasafe, Ommeghasdoo.

It was just then that I found I had been in Kondoor prison.

My classmates told me about Talil, Abou Ghraib, and Assalahieh, prisons, and also bougha camp, which lookedlike the prisons in middle-ages tales.

One of the prisoners said that they had laid him bare andforced him to go in all fours and then they rode on him!

He said that they fastened his eyes, bridled him and kickedhim to run faster!



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He said:” Once I guessed that my rider is a child, regardingits lightweight, but afterwards I recognized that she is afemale officer or soldier and it cost me too much!

When she touched me and laughed, I wished I could break her neck.

Another prisoner said:” A woman who was called ‘sergeant’ bridled me like a dog and pulled me, and from her giggling,it was obvious that she enjoyed it very much.

She had a stick in her hands, with which she stroke my barelimbs and sometimes she thrust it somewhere!

” He added: “I could not believe that such an inferior andtraitor human being may exist.”

Then he asked: ”For heaven’s sake, what kind of people arethey?”

In sum, all of my classmates including myself had forgottenour personality and will- power and even our existence, andhad transformed to the absolute obedience.

We asked each other: “ Are all Americans like this?

Are all of their soldiers and officers so cruel?

Or only their jailors behave so harshly? Is it possible to findsuch human beings in other parts of the world?

Are these crimes real, or they are created by our illusions?”

Anyway, there was not enough time to think over thesesubjects, especially collectively.

It was only at bedtime in prison that I plunged in thosethoughts.



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But as I was alone, and confused, I could not find anyanswer for the questions.

I supposed that my personality, my hopes, wishes and

myself had all been lost and perished.I was only concerned about my wife and children and what Icould do for them.

I did not know that finally I would lose them, and whatwould remain, would be loneliness, and the hope torevenge.

Anyway, on those days, I tried my best to attract the

American’s attention and confidence more than otherprisoners.

Another prisoner, called Saed, who had participated in anoperation and was praised by the jailors, competed with me,and I could not find his secret motives; because his behaviorand the way he looked, indicated his immense hatredtowards the jailors.

In fact, he hated all human beings, as he announced hisreadiness for any kind of terrorist and suicide operation.

Sometimes, he even gave new proposals to them.

Part 7First Mission

Finally, we two were selected for a special show off.First, they led me to a room and gave me a paper to readand recorded my voice.

In that program, I had to announce that we had captured an American sergeant called… and if they did not release ourcomrades from their prisons, we would execute him.



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After an hour, I entered a large room with a mask on myface.

Then five other masked men arrived and all of us stood in a

line. Then a short, blond American citizen who had no mask butcould not walk properly because he was stoned sat in achair.

Again they gave me another paper to read.

It meant that as the enemy had not fulfilled our wish torelease the mentioned captives, we had decided to punish

this betrayer criminal for his evil deed.

The photographer was not satisfied with the performance,so we repeated the scene again.

They asked me to read the letter with a harsh tone.

Each time I was supposed to read something, I tried tochange my voice, but this time, it was my real voice with all

of the hatred I felt for them; so Saed pinched me secretly.

We all had uniforms, masks, and even our boots and gloveswere the same, so I did not recognize him first, but when hewhispered in my ears- something which made the jailorsangry- I found out that it was Saed.

The show continued.

Suddenly one of us took a dagger and cut off the American’shead, easily and boldly.

Poor fellow neither said anything, nor resisted at all!

Later on, Saed told me that the American soldier had tried toescape, and when confronted with the guard resistance, hehad shot and killed him.



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But he was arrested and sentenced to death in Americans’ field court.

They had arranged that feigned scene to pretend Arabs are

harsh and barbaric, and at the same time, kill their betrayersoldier.

Saed made an oath that the one who beheaded the American, was an Israeli man, because when the bloodstained his gloves, he used a special term and said: “Oh,Rubbish” and this phrase is Israelis habitual term.

He added that all those masked, raw-boned men standing

beside us, were Americans.I tried my best to find out Saed’s secret motive inperforming operations in favor of Americans and also hisostentations and show off, but he did not reveal hisincentives.

Once I asked him directly, but he said: “You are at your wit’send!” then he added: “ Of course, it is not only the question

of wisdom, but you are not clever enough to understand thereason for my actions.”

He recalled “Alzarghavi” whom he adored so much.

I could not find whether he was Muslim, polytheist, oratheist.

A few days later, Saed was killed in a suicide operation.

He knew he would die soon, so he revealed to me manysecrets, except for his motive.

He told me about stealing cars and vans, painting andtransforming them, concealing the explosives in them andcooperating with other prisoners to perform suicideoperations.



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He said that he knew the person who had probably explodedthe UN office in Baghdad and was killed in that operation.

He believed that the Americans themselves prepared all of

those explosives, remote control detonators etc, with thosehigh-tech and complex technologies.

He mentioned that the horrible explosion in Shiites mourningceremonies that was carried out by brainwashed prisonerslike us, USA strategy required that the names of theexplosion agents to be publicized to cause disunion amongdifferent sects and groups of Muslims.

Because the glory of Shiites mourning ceremonies hadfrightened Americans so much and could disappoint them infighting with Islamic world.

When Saed refused to explain his intention, I tried todiscover that myself by analyzing his words, behavior andpurposes, but that was no use.

He talked so topsy-turvy that confused me badly, although

whatever he said was pure truth, and even when he wasinsulted, I felt his truthfulness and honesty in his words.

But he cursed both sides alternately.

Sometimes he said,” The more anarchy, chaos and carnage,the more invaders will benefit.”

I can certainly say that he was never confused, but tried tomake me confused.

He played role for both sides and was truthful in both!

My conditions were so critical that I could not concentrateon these problems.



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I just knew that he had tried to kill his American guard andcommitted suicide to the point of death, but medicaltreatments were successful and saved his life.

But the strange injections had transferred his mind andmorale, developing a character in him, which did not reallybelong to him.

He had gone to Pakistan to perform some operations thereand returned without any feeling of guilt.

He believed that those training courses were childish for himand he should learn something about space and staying on

board spacecrafts beyond the atmosphere. A very important point, which he used to insist on and I alsobelieved in, was the American soldiers’ morale state gettingworse day by day.

I could vividly notice this change when I met a guard whomI had met a few months ago.

No doubt, I had also been changed a lot, but theiroccasional depression, savagery, rudeness and indifferencewere noticeable and apparent.

According to the information I received from here and there,the same programs were carried out in Alsalahieh, Elroosfa, Altasfirat, Bougha, Aboughoraib, Ommeghasr Talil, Kondor,Emareh and other camps all over Iraq and probably Afghanistan and most probably USA itself, including

Guantanamo.

So sooner or later, America would turn into a big mentalhospital.

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A sergeant, who had come from Shoeibieh hospital,explained that the aforesaid hospital was more horrible thanthis prison, as its entire doctors and nurses were mentallysick.

A prisoner had heard this conservation and recounted it tous.

He had also heard that Americans themselves wondered whythe Red Cross had kept silent and not revealed it, in spite of its full awareness of this horrible fact and just confined itself by mentioning that such behaviors were againstinternational laws and human rights.

They concluded that this approach was the result of USA and Red Cross collaboration.

Part 8Second Mission

Eventually, the Americans sent me on the second mission.

Trainings and instructions had already been provided to us.

Nothing was written on the map, not even a singleborderline was fixed.

I figured out that it was the Red Sea and African Coast.

But the road I had to cross as a truck co-driver had beenillustrated carefully and even the distances between the

turns and defiles numbered. Yes, we had to enter some part of Africa, carrying a cargo,which no one knew anything about it- I just guessed thosewere weapons or explosives.

We were scheduled to hand them over to unknownindividuals upon hearing the password.



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We then flew to San’aa, Yemen’s capital city, then on boarda small military plane, we passed through western Yemenand the Red Sea and landed near a jetty in Africa, wherelater on, I found that that was Eritrea.

Truck driver was also an Iraqi national, who had come withme from San’aa. I was advised not to tell him anythingabout myself.

Although we both suspected each other, soon we becameintimate friends and found out that we shared similarproblems.

So we started telling each other about the tortures we hadtolerated and our agonies and deprivations.

The only thing that we did not even think about was toescape from that terrible condition.

We both had similar problems and our families were captivein their criminal hands.

So we were determined to do our best and return to the jetty.

He had no child, but his mother and wife were captured bythe headsmen and they had promised him to release andsupport his family.

His mother was still young.

He was a strong and endured man and did not need my

help.

As I said before, in the map they provided me with, theroutes, distances and even the slopes of the roads werespecified, but nothing was mentioned about the borderlines,so we did not know when we passed Eritrea border andentered Sudan.



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A jeep with four armed local passengers drove ahead of three trucks, full of cargo moving behind it and us.

We sat in the first car.

There was enough gasoline and foodstuff in the trucks andwe sometimes got off the vehicles to take some water; thiswas our only contact with the passengers of the jeep andtrucks.

Quite short a contact, just to say hello and bye.

Trucks were heavy and inevitably drove slowly, but the front jeep moved easily, in spite of the roughness of the roads, as

its driver knew the routes well.

Sometimes it got ahead so much so that we could not traceit.

Passing through mountainous areas was much more difficult.

As a co-driver, I sometimes drove in desert lands, but inrocky and hilly lands, I was not able to drive because of my

wounded feet and my motionless thumb so I left it to themain driver.

We had to pass through a shallow river, which wasimpossible to cross without towing and using the trucks’ powerful engines.

Finally, we reached a place that was just impossible to pass.

Jeep and its three passengers left us and returned after sixhours.

They said that about fifteen camels were coming towards usand we had to put the cargo on their backs and return.

I thought that the cargo of the truck was too heavy to becarried by 15 camels.



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Anyway, we had to wait for 24 hours.

I recognized the driver and co-driver of the other truck.

They contacted us cautiously and spoke Arabic not fluently.

They could be Pakistanis or Afghans, or may be from Indiaor Bangladesh.

They were in a hurry to perform their duties in thatmonotonous mission.

The only useful information I got from that trip was that notonly in Iraq but also all over the world, hundreds and even

thousands of people like me, were under Americans’ pressure to serve them in the way they wished.

Not only that, but after our death, they used to introduce usas the agents of Alqaeda, Taliban or Alzarghavi etc. todefame us.

But as they had promised us- and they had kept theirpromise to that date- they did not mention our names, not

to defame our families.

There was rumor that Abou Masaab az-Zarghavi, was alsocooperating with the Americans.

I heard it from a prisoner in Baghdad.

Anyway, the jeep left and after two hours a local man alongwith a few notorious women reached there.

They set up a tent, brought us various foodstuffs and drinksand started fooling around with us.

It seemed that one of the jeep passengers, who had stayedwith us, knew them well and trusted them.



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But to be reassured, he assigned a guard for the trucks.

24 hours passed quickly.

Next day, around noon, the camels arrived.

Translocation from the trucks to the camels needed a fewstrong men, but they did not allow us to help.

I think they did not want us to know about the content of the cargo.

We could not understand the language of the local people,but the city we passed through was a place called Kassala.

I heard the name of another city as Singa.

I think that their password was Karpinsky.

It was about 8 p.m. that we said farewell to them, drove thetrucks and returned.

The jeep did not follow, so we had to concentrate on theroad and maps and try to use our memory to find the route.

In case of confronting the border guards, we were supposedto deliver the trucks to them as bribe and save our lives andrush to the jetty, but it did not happen.

As the trucks were light, we passed the roads quickly andeasily, and reached the jetty after 35 hours.

We went to the Yemen border by boat, and then to San’aa

by car and finally flew to Baghdad.

I must add that before flying to Baghdad, we stayed in apost in San’aa, which looked like a prison.

During that time, we did not speak so much, but ate andslept very well.



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In Baghdad, our conditions improved.

Our prison looked like a dwelling place.

They taught us politics and tried to convince us, but I did

not understand them properly.

They said that we had to fight against terrorism and perish itthoroughly in order to save humanity.

So during the war against terrorism it is inevitable toimmolate some people, they said.

They taught some groups to use various detonators and

shooting with the guns equipped with cameras and taughtus to use submachine guns.

When they took us to the desert for training operations, lotsof guards followed us.

It was obvious that some more practices had already beendone before, as the shooting and explosion traces were stillvisible.

I wondered how many savage Americans had come to ourcountry to fight!

Lots of them were involved in our prisons, some weretraining us, and most probably many of them were takingrest and had pleasure.

How long did they intend to stay in Iraq, what was all that

military equipment and fortification for?

Almost all of our teachers were Israelis and spoke Arabicfluently.

There was a woman among them who wore US militaryuniform and had the rank of US lieutenant.



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She did not care to say that she was Israeli.

They used to guard and watch us carefully and if two of uswhispered, both had to explain what we were talking about.

Part 9Last Mission

They ordered us to move at 00.45 p.m. and gave us gunsand we departed after listening to their repeated advicesand orders about observing the security rules andregulations.

They wanted me to sit on the right side, but I insisted to siton the left.

I argued that firstly, I was left handed, so I could catch upthe jeep rim better and keep myself stable, secondly, myright eye was blind and if I sat on the right side, I had toturn my head to the left side to observe all the possiblemovements on the way, while on the left side,

I could see better.

Anyway, we finally moved.

Almost half an hour passed.

The distance between the cars was almost 30 meters.

Suddenly, we heard a terrible explosion and the frontarmored car blew up 5-6 meters high, and the nextexplosion from inside of the car turned it into a scrap,drowned in fire.

Because of the heavy rain, cars drove slowly, so our driverstopped about 20 meters from the site of incident.



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The Co-driver contacted the headquarters continuously withthe wireless, reported everything and they ordered him toleave the place quickly.

The order was announced to the driver and he acceleratedand tried to pass through the smoke and fire, but the frontwheel dropped into a pit, which was made by the firstexplosion or better to say, explosive trap.

I was thrown up a few meters and the car turned andsomersaulted 2-3 times.

The third car collided with it and turned upside down.

I fell down in a pit, full of water and black mud.

The first thing I felt was the bareness of my feet.

Immediately after that, I felt a terrible pain in my shoulder,but luckily I was still alive.

I was drowned in the black mud up to my neck and unableto move.

Suddenly a lot of people gathered there.

I tried my best and came up from the pit and joined thecrowd.

All of our people had died.

I could see myself among my countrymen; they cried: “ call

for ambulance!” “They are not our people…these are Israeli 110mmcannons…” “yes, we knew… anyway… hospital… nobodysurvived…” “telephone… ambulance…” “ I was frightened,but started walking through the people and gradually movedaway.



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It was still raining and I was all soaked, but continuedwalking in a by-way, vertical to the main road.

I climbed up a wall, entered a big garden and hid inside.

I stayed there until night, and when it got dark, I continuedmy way.

I knew that I would reach the river, our own Tigris!

But I did not know that I had to walk about 3 hours to reachthere. It was midnight when I reached the Tigris banks.

My feet were injured and painful.

I washed myself in the river.

I knew that if I kept on walking in the opposite direction of Tigris, I would reach Baghdad.

But I had no wife and children there!

So I went to the south.

I knew it was about 80 kilometers to Al-kout.

I was hungry and tired.

The rain had stopped, but it was very difficult to walk barefoot in absolute darkness and sometimes I plunged inmud, up to my knees.

I needed to take a rest and was terribly hungry.

I took refuge in a palm grove and the smell of date attractedme.

I found some dates, ate them and slept.

I got up at 10 a.m. and started thinking.



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I acknowledged that I was alive and had to continue to live.

I was released; released from those devilish headsmen’sslavery; I had been rescued from those horrible torture

rooms, inquisitions and those horrifying deadly missions.My situation was really dangerous and I had to plancarefully.

I stayed the whole day in that palm grove and kept onthinking; are my fellow prisoners still involved in bombing,terror and massacring my innocent fellow countrymen?

My disturbed mind was full of these thoughts and illusions. I

am not going to say anything about my feelings.

There was no doubt that my family members had beenkilled.

Anyway, I had to overcome the disappointment, hatred andother weaknesses in my mind, and those 24 hours inabsolute loneliness helped me a lot.

Oh, my God!

You perished the tyrants like Nimrod, Nero, and Alexander;you sent to hell the invaders like Napoleon and Hitler; yousuppressed the Soviet oppressors, who talked about libertyand equality and dominated almost half of human beings,under the banner of world proletariat freedom, but in secretacted imperialistic in order to have a share of the world’swealth.

Then when will you drive these criminal invaders toextremities; those who have massacred millions of innocentpeople from Eastern Asia, to Africa and South America, andnow have aimed Muslims in the Middle East?



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I wonder what is the difference between the Nazis and thosewho consider USA superior to other countries and Americans, nobler and more honorable than other people!

Now that I am writing these lines, I know that the readers-if any- would like to know my name and address, professionetc.

Yes, they are right.

To answer them, I suffice to say that I am a middle-agedman; I have got my B.A. in accounting and my M.A. ineconomics.

During Saddam’s government, I was not able to find anybetter job than grocery and vending, because of wrongeconomic policies and extensive unemployment problem inour society.

I had a nice wife and three lovely children, who were killedand in fact I perished with them too.

Americans know me very well, because they pulled out mynails and made me blind.

The lashes have created painful furrows in my body.

I cannot walk properly because of the horrible tortures Ibore in their prisons, so I walk lamely.

I can be a fisherman in Bangladesh, or a cameleer inMauritania desert, or a lonely and wandering man in

wonderlands.

Sometimes ago, I went to Baghdad, but I could not find myfamily members’ graves.

When I made sure that they had definitely died, I went to aharbor in Kuwait where I was employed as a seaman in abig ship and proceeded to a long voyage.



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I have nobody in the whole world.

No wife and no children.

My relatives have been murdered too.

I do not know what I really possess.

Is it only pain and grief? I

s it hatred and longing to revenge those bastards who havedragged me up to here?

I was a man who could not tolerate seeing a captive bird,

but now, I can easily kill invaders or drawn them in water…Ido not know what this boundless hatred that resides deep inmy heart is going to do to me.

Really, where am I standing in this universe?

What is my aspiration?

To which side am I going?

What is the remedy to this irremediable wound of hatredand anger?

Does revenge extinct the fire, flaming in my heart?

Or surrender to the divine will can calm me down?

Sometimes I think that I have survived just to kill THEMwherever I find them.

Actually, I am looking for them day and night, and try totrap them.

But an unknown voice browbeat from inside: “How many of them you are able to destroy single-handed, without anysupport or organization?



Do you intend to revolt against violation and terrorism?

Are these your ideals?

Do you have any ideals at all?

You have never been an idealist person.

You have lived in middling position and have followedlaissez-passer policy.

So this is just vengeance.

Is it the right way?

Is it really enough?

Do you want this?

Do you not feel any responsibility for other people?

Thousands of ideas like these disturbed my confused mindall the time.

What should I do?

Who am I really?

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